HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

Gore froze, his eyes darting away, his lips trembling, but he remained silent.

Malfoy's anger intensified; he felt an offensive and intense humiliation.

Gregory Goyle was part of his Slytherin circle. Although he hadn't had them around as often lately, Crabbe and Goyle were indeed his friends from Malfoy's side.

Attacking Goyle was a slap in the face to Malfoy and a challenge to the authority of Slytherin.

He's had enough bad things going on lately. Do these people think he's easy to bully just because he's been quiet and withdrawn lately?

"Speak, Goyle!"

He practically spat out the order through clenched teeth, "Tell me, who did it..."

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the handle of the magic wand, his knuckles turning white.

"Don't ask, Malfoy, there are too many people here, I want to go back to the dorm..."

Gao Er's tall frame shrank back slightly, his dejected expression filled with shame.

Malfoy stood up, glanced at the students who were secretly eavesdropping on their conversation, and coldly rebuked them.

"What are you looking at?"

The young wizards immediately looked away, then got up and headed back to their dormitory.

"stop!"

Malfoy walked up behind the group of first-year students and warned them in a cold, hard voice, "Watch your mouths!"

He turned around, frowned, and drew his wand. Goyle couldn't help but take a step back.

Tell me, who is it?

"I...I didn't see clearly...several...said...that they were helping me 'improve'..."

Malfoy was furious when he heard this. He had stopped bullying people, and now others were bullying him!

"A bunch of cowards! Cowards who only dare to hide and launch sneak attacks!"

After he finished speaking, he stared coldly at Goyle. "Remember, Slytherins don't suffer this humiliation in silence. Weakness only invites more bullying. Next time, whoever it is, fight back! Use what you've learned! Don't be a Hufflepuff."

Goyle didn't say anything, but Malfoy went over and forcibly pulled his wizard's robe, dragging him to the school infirmary.

"Go back and spar with me later. Practice hard, and if they do it again, give them a good beating..."

Gore nodded sullenly.

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Chapter 122 Cast a spell on me!

Meanwhile, the atmosphere was equally somber in the warm common room of the Gryffindor Tower.

In the corner, Neville was absentmindedly wiping the hem of his mud-splattered robe, his eyes darting around.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were huddled around a table away from the crowd, intensely discussing the series of attacks, their faces grim.

"This is not a 'sparring' at all!"

Ron lowered his voice and slammed his fist on the table, making the ink bottle jump. "Look at Neville! And Susan Burns, right outside the library, they're insane!"

Hermione frowned, rapidly flipping through her thick book, *Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense*, as if the answer lay hidden within its yellowed pages.

"Professor Greengrass's aim is for us to protect ourselves, not to bully the weak! These attacks... are utter misuse of magic, a horrific distortion of his teaching philosophy. School rules number... number... oh!"

She slammed the book shut in frustration. "We have to report this to Professor McGonagall, or Headmaster Dumbledore. This is out of control."

Harry stared at the leaping fire, a suppressed rage burning in his green eyes.

He recalled the times when his cousin Dali and his classmates bullied him, and the feeling of helplessness and humiliation he experienced.

"Hermione is right, this is not improvement. This is a sneak attack from behind 'practice' and hoods, a cowardly act of not daring to show one's face."

His voice was low and carried a dangerous chill, "They only pick on lone wolves, bullying Neville and Goyle..."

Ron was taken aback: "Goyle? He deserved it! Think about how he and Crabbe treat other people!"

“Ron!” Hermione sternly stopped him. “This is different! To be cornered by several people and humiliated with a petrification charm… no matter who he is, this is going too far! And…”

She glanced anxiously around the lounge, then lowered her voice, "The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs are looking at us strangely, as if all those attackers were Gryffindors. This can't go on..."

Harry nodded heavily. "Yes. Professor Greengrass's dueling class was supposed to be a good thing, but now... it feels like opening Pandora's box..."

……

The message spread rapidly in the shadows of the castle.

The injured and humiliated students stammered under the stern gaze of the school doctor, Mrs. Pomfrey, and a sense of discontent and anger quietly spread throughout the four houses.

The atmosphere in the common room became subtle, and even within the same college, trust quickly crumbled beneath the mask of "sparring."

Professors McGonagall and Flitwick both received several vague complaints, but lacked clear targets and evidence, making them difficult to handle.

Professor Snape, with a grim face, increased patrols at the entrance to Slytherin's crypts, his cold gaze sweeping over every non-House student passing by, as if silently declaring his territory.

Until one day, this out-of-control "duel craze" and the malice it bred inevitably reached the instigator—Sagres.

During the second dueling class on Saturday, while the students were practicing the application of the Armor Charm, Sagres silently appeared between two Slytherin and Gryffindor students who were testing each other with the Disarm Charm, their actions clearly tinged with anger.

He didn't even raise his hand, but coldly uttered two words:

"Stop."

The voice wasn't loud, but it instantly pierced the tense atmosphere between the two. The incantation's light abruptly stopped, and the two students froze on the spot, their faces pale.

Sagrass's gaze slowly swept across the entire auditorium, his eyes no longer merely observing, but carrying an all-knowing understanding and a hint of cold disappointment.

He didn't reprimand anyone, nor did he give a long safety lecture. He simply walked onto the stage and nodded to the crowd.

"It seems that some people have completely forgotten the boundaries of spells once they have learned a few."

His voice remained calm as always, but it instantly lowered the temperature in the entire auditorium.

As Sagres walked to the center of the Great Hall, an invisible pressure spread out, all practice came to a standstill, and the light at the tips of wands went out one by one, leaving only a breathless silence.

“I teach you to duel not to give you an excuse to bully the weak, nor to provide you with a pretense to vent your personal desires. My only purpose is to give you the ability to protect yourself in the face of threats.”

He didn't mention any specific incidents, but his all-knowing gaze sent a chill down the spines of all the students who had participated in the malicious "sparring" or suffered as a result.

His next move left everyone holding their breath.

Sagres randomly selected a Gryffindor prefect, Percy Weasley, who had performed best during the previous practice.

“Mr. Weasley, use your best offensive spells to cast a spell on me. Any spell.”

Percy was stunned, and a collective gasp filled the hall.

"Immediately." Sagres's order left no room for argument.

Percy hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and raised his wand: "Faint!"

A dazzling beam of magical light tore through the air and shot straight at Sagres.

Just as the cursed light was about to touch his body, Sargeras didn't even draw his wand.

He merely raised his hand in an extremely subtle way, his fingers seemingly casually flicking through the air—the movement was so fast it was almost impossible to catch.

The powerful stun spell, a beam of red light, seemed to have struck an invisible, slippery wall. Instead, it bounced back with even greater speed, following a strange arc, and struck Percy himself with deadly force!

Percy didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground.

The entire auditorium fell into a deathly silence.

Hundreds of eyes darted between the unconscious Percy Weasley and the unmoved professor.

Sagres's gaze was like solid ice water, seeping into everyone's heart.

He calmly drew his wand and gently waved it, breaking the spell on Percy. Percy struggled to sit up, his face ashen, as if he had just woken from a nightmare.

"Did you see that?"

Sagrais's voice was completely flat. "The difference in power can be so vast, and do you... really know what power is?"

The students lowered their heads and remained silent, while those who had privately abused the students trembled uncontrollably.

“Now everyone,” Sagres said, his icy gaze sweeping across the room, “take up your wands and cast a spell on me. Any spell.”

The students looked at each other, motionless.

"how?"

A cruel sneer curled at the corner of his lips. "Afraid of hurting me? Afraid of killing me? Or is your 'courage' only enough to turn against your own kind who are even weaker?"

No one speaks.

“To bully the weak and satisfy one’s own pleasure in bullying…” He shook his head, his gaze piercing like an icicle at the few students who had lowered their heads in shame. “That is the most despicable, the most foolish cowardly act, a desecration of magic itself.”

He walked slowly into the silent student ranks, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable final judgment:

"From this moment forward, all unauthorized 'private duels' are prohibited within the castle. Any form of spell attack, once proven to be malicious or occurring in a situation where neither party consents and there is no supervision, will no longer be considered a violation of school rules, but will be handled directly by me."

His cold gaze swept over every face, and those whose eyes were seen involuntarily lowered their heads.

"Believe me, you don't want to fall into my hands."

Seeing the students resembling a flock of quails, Sagles calmly added, "Of course, I will give you a chance—"

"Want to prove yourself? Sure! But only within the rules, and under my watchful eye."

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Chapter 123 The Best Professor at Hogwarts!

Two days later, a piece of parchment, enchanted and capable of updating automatically, appeared on the bulletin board in the center of the Great Hall—the "Hogwarts Duel Rankings".

Next to it is an application form for the "Duel Badge," which everyone can take, fill out, and submit to their dean.

The rules of the duel leaderboard are simple yet strict:

1. Eligibility for inclusion: All badge holders whose information has been entered will be automatically included in the list.